beware vampires + witches within
"And what pray tell is my type?" She was looking at the table, searching for sweets. "Where is the dessert?"
The two questions delivered in the same breath.
One aimed directly at him like a lit match held to something she'd been wanting to set fire to for years. The other tossed at the general geography of the table with the entitled, unhurried energy of someone who considered dessert a constitutional right.